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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 22, 2009 13:14:10 GMT
 just talk yourself up[/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -”You want to know about Charlotte Arc,” Charlotte said, nursing the glass in her hand as she watched him. “What is there to tell?” She paused, looking around the room, looking at the various paintings. No photos at all. Not of him, not of his family or his friends. Just landscapes. And a big painting of Trinity itself. It was a beautiful painting. Realistic and looked the spitting image of Trinity. It could have been a photograph, but she could see the painters signature at the very bottom of the painting. Had it been done for him especially?
“My name is Charlotte Elizabeth Arc. I‘m eighteen. I‘m not an alcoholic, though…” Charlotte drained the glass again. “It looks like I am right now. Stops the nerves. Um…” She paused, trying to think of something else to say. “My father is dead. Murdered. Don‘t know who it was. I‘d like to know though. This was his Bible.” She looked down at it, feeling doubt creep into her head. “He was a priest. Church every Sunday. Still go now.” She stopped, falling silent. She looked up at him, tilting her head to the side. “My mother is a housewife. Three brothers. All younger. Simon, Paul and Mark. Paul and Mark are twins. Twin pains. Simon’s the quiet one.”
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 22, 2009 16:11:59 GMT
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Dorian carefully watched her as her eyes scanned the room. He saw her looking at the painting of Trinity. His father had had that painted for Dorian to try and show the Dean the respect he had for this school. His father hoped that by getting the respect of the Dean he would become the President of the Dandelion Club and it had worked. He looked around at the other painting, all the ones he hated. He didn’t like any of the decorations on his wall but then he didn’t want them to be bear so he had no choice in the matter. Of course he could have pictures of his family and friends but that would bring back too many memories at times when he wanted to forget so there was too much hassle so the pictures were staying. Anyway his mother had picked so of them and he respected her enough to keep the pictures she picked up on his wall.
Charlotte started to slur her words as she consumed even more alcohol. Dorian couldn’t help but smile to himself. Someone who had been so worried and nervous was now more carefree and happy then he was. He listened to her story carefully taking in all the detail. He did want to know more about this girl to show that he cared about her. “Three younger brothers? Do you wish you had more?” He asked, looking at her as she drank more alcohol. “Steady on Charlotte.” He said and smiled at her. “I have four younger sisters and three younger brothers.” He explained, slowly sipping on the wine he had in his glass.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 22, 2009 16:52:08 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Charlotte rose shakily to her feet and grabbed onto the edge of the chair, walking wobbly over to the painting. Her eyes weren’t quite focussing, but she thought she could see a face in the window of one of the rooms on the painting. It looked very much like her father. She shook her head, placing the Bible on the side of the table and sat herself back down, smiling at Dorian. Her head was definitely not thinking straight anymore. She had definitely drank enough to get her drunk. She crossed her legs over each other and watched Dorian, a smile on her face.
“Three is more than enough! I would like to…to have a sister though. A little one. To play with. But no. I get boys. So…annoying,” Charlotte slurred, standing up and sitting herself in Dorian’s lap. “Eight people? Wow. That’s nice. Happy, happy, happy.” She smiled at him, leaning against him. Her real, deep down thoughts were winning her over now. “I like you. You make me…me feel safe and happy. Yes you do.” She giggled to herself, running a hand through his hair. She took hold of his face and kissed him softly, testing the waters. She paused, then kissed him again, slipping her arms around his neck.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 23, 2009 19:36:32 GMT
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Dorian watched Charlotte carefully as he staggered to the painting of Trinity, wondering whether he should get up and support her. She seemed very drunk now. For one she was smiling and also she looked very relaxed for the first time Dorian had known her. He looked round the area where she was standing and saw that it was just carpet and so even if she did fall over it wasn’t hurt her at all. Anyway drunk people always found falling over hilarious. Dorian didn’t know why but when you were drunk everything just seemed so much more funnier then normal. It was good though because it meant that parties seemed a lot more fun and really made you happy even on bad days. Dorian smiled his famous smile back at Charlotte as she sat down and crossed her legs. It was nice to see her smile as she had a very cute smile.
“What are wrong with boys?” He asked, teasing her slightly. “I’m a boy!” He said with a smirk. “Does that mean you don’t like me Charlotte?” He pretended to pout at her and act all upset to see how she reacted. He was glad though that he had a mixture of both brothers and sisters because they are good for different reasons and if there was only one gender you would be missing out on something. “Yeah…happyish I suppose.” He said and laughed at her. She had got rather drunk very quickly and that was quite amusing.
Dorian couldn’t stop himself smirking as Charlotte said that he liked him. He couldn’t be blamed for this because he hadn’t been the one who had got her drunk and it wasn’t like he forced her to drink the wine or anything. He had warned her as well. He wrapped his arms round her waist as she sat down on his lap and grinned in delight as her hands ran through her hair. He loved people playing with his hair and didn’t even mind when it got messed up. He tried to kiss back the first time she kissed it but it was too quick, it had just been a peck. However, the second one was much more intimate and he began to use his tongue smiling as he felt her hands around his neck and kept his hands round the base of her back. He wasn’t cruel enough to go the full way but he might as well have a bit of fun.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 23, 2009 20:53:23 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - - “No no no. I like you. You’re different. We’re not…we’re not related. Little little brothers are annoying. Not…not…um…men. Young men. You. You’re not annoying,” Charlotte replied, shaking her head. She watched Dorian frown and tilted her head at him, watching him quietly for a few minutes. “I like you. You’re different.” She smiled at him. “You should be happy. You’re rich with lots and lots of money, Mr Dorian. That should make you happy, happy, happy. I don’t have lots of money. Makes Charlotte sad.”
Charlotte felt him respond and smiled into the kiss, keeping hold of his neck as she did. She stumbled to her feet and pulled him towards the bed, falling backwards and pulling him down on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, pulling his head down to kiss him more intimately, letting his tongue go into her mouth. She didn’t really care. It felt good and she just wanted to feel good. She moved her hands down and grabbed hold of his waist, keeping him on her and letting him control her movements. She was too far out of it to really care.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 23, 2009 21:04:51 GMT
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Dorian listened to her reasons as to why Dorian wasn’t annoying as her brothers and couldn’t help but laugh as she gave it. She seemed very happy and over the top at the moment and that always seemed fun to watch. Dorian suddenly realised that he needed to get a bit drunk so he couldn’t be blamed as much if Charlotte suddenly went crazy at him when she was sober again. “Money isn’t everything though Charlotte.” He explained, drinking down two glasses in one which made his eyes water slightly. Dorian could think of plenty of reasons why it was bad to have so much money one being your parents were hardly there to see you because they were always working. “Money doesn’t bring happiness but don’t be sad Charlotte. If we got married you could share my wealth!” he exclaimed, feeling slightly drunk.
He smirked as Charlotte pulled him to the bed, and quickly finished the bottle before putting the empty glass on the side. He landed softly on the bed making sure to put his hands up to support his weight so Charlotte wasn’t taking it all. His head was swimming with alcohol now and he kissed her back passionately, holding her close as he did so. He smiled at her, rolling over on the bed so that he was on the bottom. “You are stunning!” He exclaimed, smirking at her. He held her close to him by putting his hands round her waist and kissed her again.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 25, 2009 19:29:46 GMT
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - - “Are you laughing at me, Dorian?” Charlotte asked, tilting her head in questioning at him. “Because I don’t see what’s so funny.” She stuck her tongue out at him, not caring how childish it really was. She was having fun for the first time in years. And she truly didn’t care anymore. Really she didn’t. “I know money is not everything… but it’s still nice to have it. Not to have to…have to live in a teeny tiny weeny house with loads of people in it. I want a big house when I’m older.” She smiled at him. “Maybe I should marry you then,” Charlotte grinned, winking at him with a fit of giggles.
Charlotte smiled drunkenly at him, before kissing him back, moving her hands into his hair. She giggled, fiddling with the buttons on his waist coat. “Ok. I can’t do it. Take it off. Too…too difficult.” She sighed, tilting her head and trying to focus on the buttons. Moving slowly, she started undoing the buttons with more care, managing to get the waist coat off without much difficultly. Smiling to herself, she kissed him again, opening herself up to him. What ever happened, she would do it now.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 25, 2009 19:54:27 GMT
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“Yes I am laughing at you!” He exclaimed, a smile on his face as he watched Charlotte carefully. This was quite entertaining but he knew it had to end soon. He couldn’t be mean anymore and he wasn’t going to force her into anything he knew that she would regret in the morning. She would feel bad enough about getting drunk and with the bad hangover he was going to have in the morning he wouldn’t want some screaming girl making his headache worse. “I am laughing at you because you are very cute and funny.” He said and smiled at her with genuine warmth.
Dorian smirked at her as she said that they should get married. Dorian didn’t really see himself settling down with anyone any time soon. He just liked to have the freedom of not being tied down to one person in a relationship. He was the type of boy to have one night stands and not see the girl really ever again. However, he did know that one day he would have to settle down and have children and he could sort of see himself doing It with Charlotte even though he hadn’t known this girl very long it was the first girl he have ever considered to actually want to date.
As he kissed her Dorian could feel her trying to pull on his waistcoat. He was slightly worried that he was going to pull one of the buttons off but before he had finished kissing her and looked down she had started undoing them gently. He looked at her biting his lip. “Hey you don’t want to do this.” He said slowly, gently sitting up and placing her under the covers in his bed. He felt too drunk and was finding it hard to do this but he had to. “Have a sleep and then you’ll feel better.”
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 26, 2009 18:36:03 GMT
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“Cute and funny,” Charlotte repeated back at him, nodding. She hadn’t been so happy in such a long time. Not since her dad had been murdered. Not since her brothers weren’t around. Not since, well, never. She had truly never been this happy. She was letting everything go and she didn’t mind it. She felt safe with Dorian, something she hadn’t felt in a very long time. She was scared, she wasn’t nervous, she just felt safe. Safe and warm in his arms, in his bedroom, in his heart. She felt like a jigsaw piece, and Dorian just fitted with her so much, in every way.
“I do want to do this! Honest!” Charlotte said, struggling with him as he put her in the bed. She pushed weakly against him, the alcohol starting to soften her and make her relax against him. She giggled, pulling the covers up to her chin and watching Dorian through her drunken haze. “Not sleepy. Want Dorian.” She could feel herself drifting out of consciousness as it was. She smiled at him, holding his hand weakly. “Maybe just a little nap. Stay with me?” She patted the space beside her, pulling him down so that he would lie beside her. “Please Dorian.”
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 26, 2009 18:43:37 GMT
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Dorian had seen a massive change in this girl in the last hours. First she had seemed so sure of herself, trying to think that she could try and change Dorian. Then she had slapped him. Then she had been upset and finally she had been scared of what Dorian would try and do to her. However, now she seemed so relaxed and for the first time in probably a while, possible forever she seemed so happy with what she was doing and Dorian could see that it wasn’t only the alcohol that was doing it. The alcohol just made her loosen up but now she was doing what she really wanted to do and Dorian liked that. Still he wasn’t going to carry on when she was drunk. He wanted to be completely sure that she wanted to do it and is not under the influence of alcohol.
As he fought against Charlotte to make her lie down, even though she wasn’t trying very hard Dorian still found himself feeling very tired. That’s what alcohol did to you. Firstly it made you feel really happy and excited and then you passed out. Dorian was just reaching the passing out stage. His head was swimming. He wasn’t entirely sure how much he had drunk but as they had finished the whole bottle and Charlotte had only had a few glasses it must have been a lot. As she pulled the covers up to her chin he smiled at her. He felt her pulling him down and he let her, kicking his shoes off and getting under the covers next to her. “Now sleep.” He said, stroking her hair softly, already feeling her drifting off so he himself soon passed out.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 26, 2009 20:55:57 GMT
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Charlotte had had a very odd dream. It was all hazy. She remembered it vaguely. There had been Dorian Gaudain, and she had gotten drunk and…she had attempted to get him to have sex with her. This was obviously a dream. She never would do that. Yawning, she opened her eyes and let out a very loud scream. She was not in her room. She was in Dorian Gaudain’s room. HIS ROOM! She looked down at herself and was glad she was fully clothed. Maybe it wasn’t a dream after all. Her head was throbbing and she noticed the now empty bottle lying on the floor near her. Passed out beside her was Dorian Gaudain, also fully clothed. He looked so peaceful and handsome, fast asleep. She couldn’t stop herself running her fingers through his tousled hair.
Pulling herself up to standing shakily, she slipped her shoes onto her feet, which she must have chucked off in the process. Her memory was vague of what happened last night. She couldn’t remember what she had told Dorian and hoped that she hadn’t said anything too bad. She groaned, rubbing her head and picking up her bible from the table she had left it on. She stroked the cover, watching Dorian for a few seconds. He truly did look peaceful.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 26, 2009 21:04:23 GMT
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Dorian didn’t want to wake up. He knew it would just be pain and an upset girl. He wasn’t entirely sure though if last night had happened. That’s what alcohol did to you, made you very confused. He was pretty sure that he hadn’t just invented Charlotte completely and she didn’t even exist but he wasn’t sure whether that girl had gotton drunk and kissed him several times before passing out in his own bed. He thoughts were disturbed by what he heard as a screaming sound which he guessed was part of his dream so he didn’t wake himself up. Although he knew he would wake up soon because he could already feel the pain coming.
As he began to woke up Dorian couldn’t stop himself groaning as the pain hit him like a rock. He was sure that alcohol affected him so much more then every other person. He always got the worst headache in the morning and was always sick. As he turned round he saw Charlotte sat on his bed, staring at him but he was unable to sit up just yet. He felt horribly ill. “I didn’t do anything.” Was all he said as he closed his eyes. “I was a gentleman and respected your views.” He said. He feared he was going to be sick soon but didn’t want to stand up.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Nov 27, 2009 20:06:23 GMT
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Charlotte watched him open his eyes and look at her. He didn’t seem to have any feelings at all. He must have drunk just as much as she had, which, she supposed, was a plus. And he said that he didn’t do anything. And from what she could tell from the state of her own clothes and his, he was telling the truth. Her head was killing her and she could barely think straight, but she knew that he was telling the truth. And that made her respect him. She clutched the bible to her chest, rising to her feet.
“I know. I trust you, Dorian,” she replied, her voice raspy from the alcohol and the impending feeling of wanting to be sick. She leaned over him and could smell the alcohol on her own breath and his. She kissed him gently on the cheek. “Thank you, Dorian,” she whispered, standing back up again and walking over to the door. “I…what did I say last night? Do you remember? I can’t remember much at all.” She paused, waiting for a response from him. She hoped she hadn’t spilt everything about her. Not about her father. Not about how much she actually liked Dorian, though she hadn’t known him long at all.
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Post by Dorian Gaudain on Nov 27, 2009 20:09:13 GMT
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Dorian felt like someone was hitting him over the head repeatedly. Every sound in his room sounded ten times louder then it normally did and it was annoying him. He slowly sat up knowing his clothes would be messed up and his hair all over the place. Some girls loved the ruffled up look that Dorian had in the morning but he always liked to look neat and tidy. He smiled at Charlotte as he watched her sit on the edge of his bed. “Thanks for trusting me.” He said, smiling brightly at her. “You really are a wonderful girl.” He stood up slowly, rubbing his eyes. “Excuse me for a minute.” He walked casually into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him carefully before being sick.
When he had finished he felt like there was no more food left inside of him. He stomach felt sickeningly empty and now with the cracking headache he just generally felt rough. Why did this always happen to him even when he only got a little bit drunk? He walked back into the room, looking towards Charlotte slightly. “Hm?” He said, it taking a while for his brain to register what she said. “Nah. I don’t remember much.” He said, lying slightly. He had remembered her talking about her family and her life but he didn’t want her to worry. “Just something about you kind of liking me. I’ll forget about it if you want me to though.” He said, smiling at her.
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Post by Charlotte Arc on Dec 5, 2009 18:39:49 GMT
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Charlotte watched Dorian and slowly approached him, standing in front of him. She pulled his shirt down and straightened it out, sorting out his appearance. Gingerly, she sorted out his hair, before taking a step back and sitting down on the bed again, watching him. “Of course I trust you. You helped me feel better and I…haven’t been able to trust anyone like that before. You…you offer me safety and…and that’s what I need more than anything in the world.” She watched him as he walked off and could hear him being sick. He obviously had the sickness after a hangover, not like Charlotte, who just had the headache, luckily didn’t feel sick.
Charlotte’s mouth fell open at the revelation and she looked at Dorian with both shock and fear. So she had told him that she liked him. This really was not good. She closed her mouth, watching him smile at her. She slowly shook her head and opened her mouth to try and speak. “I…Dorian…I was…I do like you. But I…can’t…do this right now. Not right now. Sorry. I’m…I’m sorry I…” She trailed off, looking at the floor and refusing to look up to see his possibly bad reaction.
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